I’ve gone the way of the Dodo. Sailed off the Earth? Made good on the threat to run away to a beachy-island inhabited only by hot Cabana Boys serving fruity beverages and an endless supply of yarn?
The last couple weeks I completed a move (a real move I’ll add). The days of all belongings fitting into my truck are over. I took a new apt. just a stone’s throw from work. Last week I flew to CO to pack all my goods into a moving POD. If you ever need to move, it’s a nifty option and was just a hair more spendy than driving to and from CO hauling a trailer.
Now, buried in boxes, it’s like an archaeological dig. It’s kind of fun, really, reuniting with things unseen in 4+ years. Came across the cobalt blue-glass shaker my grandma used to keep cinnamon and sugar in. Made me a little misty. Also made me realize my cane sugar just won’t do in that shaker and that I need to buy some good old refined white sugar to pair with that cinnamon. After 4 years of enjoyable mobility I now have a nest to feather.
And the stash…oh my…it’s larger than I remember. And the fabric stash…
Enjoyed that trip to CO. Loads of QT with friends. Post to follow. The knitting retreat in Bodega Bay was a blast. Post to follow. And AK blogging, not even close to finishing that project. It’ll have to wait, though. I think my airhole was just covered by an errant cardboard box. Pardon while I dig myself out.